Текст песни Илья Егоров - Я зарастаю памятью...

I overgrown memory
As the forest is overgrown wasteland.
And the birds sing in the morning memory ,
And the wind memory is buzzing at night ,
Trees memory babble all day .

And there, in memory of my birds ,
All the stories begin with & quot; one & quot ;.
And in this one-shot existence
And single thirst quencher .

But in the memory of this hidden power,
Which brings images and multiplies ...
Noise , incessantly , memory , rain ,
And the memory - snow flies and can not fall .